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“Oh, I think we get along.” I lean in closer, letting that floral perfume take over my senses. “In fact, I think we get along very…very…well.”
My flirting falls flat as all I get in return is a raised eyebrow. But I do see a hint of a smile, which I’ll take. “I hate you.”
I laugh and pat her leg as I stand up. “No you don’t. Now pack your stuff, wife. It’s time to move in with your husband.”
CHAPTER 24
SHELBY
“And down this hallway are three guest bedrooms. Pick whichever one you’d like.”
Considering it was eleven at night when Beau finally convinced me to move in, and exhausted doesn’t even begin to describe what I’m feeling after the day we’ve had, I grabbed my toothbrush, my contact case, and made my way over to his house. I held out as long as I could, arguing that we could spend one night in our separate houses. That fantasy came to an abrupt end when Beau showed me a photo from social media and the comments were full of people wondering why we weren’t holding hands as we walked through the Nashville airport today.
I already hate this in every way possible.
“Which one is your room?”
Beau takes the opportunity to waggle his eyebrows. “Aw, Shelby. I didn’t think you wanted to share a room with me.”
“I don’t, asshat. I want to know which one is yours so I can be as far away from you as possible.”
He chuckles. “You don’t have to lie. You can admit you want to be far away from me to reduce any temptation of coming intomy bedroom in the middle of the night and taking advantage of me. Which, you can. Open door policy on that.”
“I can’t with you!” I spit out, slapping his arm for good measure. “Which one is yours?”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Easy, Belle. Mine is downstairs. These three are all guest rooms. So you literally have the entire upstairs to yourself.”
I give him one more look to make sure he’s telling the truth, then step into the first of my options.
“You don’t use any of these?”
“Nah,” he says, leaning against the doorframe as I check out the room. It’s spacious. The size of the primary bedroom in most houses, including an ensuite bathroom. “Originally one was going to be an office, but then I decided to also keep that downstairs.”
“Why do you have a house this big if you barely use it?”
“I use it enough,” he says. “A lot of the guys don’t like staying at hotels when they don’t have to, so a few of my friends will stay here during the yearly tournament in Nashville.”
“Is that it, though?” I ask as I make my way to the second bedroom. “I mean, I’m sure your parents stay here when they visit. But is that it? Seems like a lot of house for a few house guests a year.”
“That’s not why I wanted the big house,” he says.
“Why did you?”
“I thought…I don’t know…that someday, maybe, it would be a house for more than just me.”
I turn to look at him, shocked a little by what he’s implying. “You want a family?”
“I did,” he says, but quickly changes the subject. “Now, did I buy this house to be next to the golf course? One thousand percent.”
“I know that feeling.”
We share a smile as I take one more look around option two. It’s nice, but the bathroom doesn’t have a tub.
“At the time, this was the one they were building, and I loved it. Great location, huge basement for my gym and the simulator, great patio with a view. And I figured, as for the rooms, maybe one day they’d be filled with a family.”
I walk past him, accidentally brushing his arm as I make my way to my third option. “I hate to break this to you, but if the first person you get to marry you at thirty-eight years old is a woman who hates you and did it under the influence of alcohol, you might not be on the track to family man.”
I meant it as a joke, but the pained look on his face makes me want to take back my words. “Beau. I’m sorry, I didn’t?—”
